In the canon
The Pit and the Pendulum
- Form
- Form Short Story
- Year
- Year 1842
- Pages
- Pages 30
Total darkness, a cold stone floor, and no way of knowing how large the cell is or what waits at its centre. Condemned by the Inquisition at Toledo, the narrator wakes to this and begins to measure his prison the only way left to him, tearing a strip from his robe and counting his paces along the slimy wall.
I was sick—sick unto death with that long agony
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